#bp13

When his teammates arrived at the Purdy household, Y/N was the one to welcome them in. They all sat in the living room for a while and hung out. They had some drinks and a couple of snacks before going in for dinner. It was the first time most of them ever really met Brock’s wife. She was wearing a nice dress. It wasn’t too flashy, but it was decently formal. Brock thought she looked gorgeous.

As the night went on, Y/N got more comfortable with everyone. She held up the conversations and kept them happy. Brock admired her for it for a while, but then for some reason, he got a bit jealous. She seemed to be focusing more on them than she was focusing on him. He wasn’t much of a jealous guy so it didn’t make sense, yet that didn’t really matter to him.

He did his best to make it look like he wasn’t bothered with how his wife was talking to his teammates, yet it was hard. He continued to converse with everyone, yet his eyes were almost always on her instead.

A few hours later, the very last of the men left the house. Brock immediately grabbed his wife by the wrist. His eyes narrowed on her.

“What was that, Y/N?” Brock hissed. She looked up at her husband, obviously confused as to what in the world he was going on about. She looked absolutely perplexed.

“What do you mean?”

“Flirting with my teammates? I expected better, even from you.” He muttered. She blinked, then she realized what was going on.

“Are you jealous?” She teased, nudging him on the chest. Brock huffed and looked away.

“No.” He retorted.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.” That went on for a while. Eventually, Brock lost his patience. He grabbed the end of her dress and tugged it up so it was bunched up around her hood. She gasped from the sudden and unexpected exposure. Brock touched the lace panties that she wore, then she ripped them into two. Y/N arched her back towards him.

“Brock, please…” she whined for him, desperately trying to pull off his belt or tie or just anything. Brock pushed her hands away.

“Shut it.” He growled into her ear. Y/N nibbles on her lip to try and keep herself quiet. It seemed like he wasn’t happy with that either. Brock’s hand went to her waist, turning her around before bending her over the nearest surface which was a couch this time. She let out a sharp gasp as the air was knocked from her lungs.

Brock yanked off his belt and this time, he didnt throw it aside. He wrapped it around her waist and tightened it.

His pants were the next to go, shortly followed by his boxers. His tip pressed up against her entrance, teasing it and also occasionally bumping against her clit.

Without warning, he shoved his way inside of her. The air was knocked from her lungs.

“Brock!” She cried and dropped her head. Her legs were shaking and her eyes were rolled back. He was being mean tonight. His deep thrusts started immediately, he didnt ease into it like usual. His balls slapped her clit and she could no longer even say anything. Her brain was complete mush.

One hand was holding onto the belt, using it as a way to drag her back to meet his thrusts. The other hand was on her ass, squeezing it. Brock leaned down, lips brushing against her ear.

“Could any of them make you scream like this? Hm?” Brock hissed into her ear. Y/N tried to respond to him, yet it was impossible. “That’s what I thought.” He scoffed and straightened back up. She always thought that she got more turned on when he was being sweet and loving. Maybe that was still the case. Yet she had never reached her climax as fast as she did now.

Her eyes were rolled right into the back of her head, drool coming from her lips. She was too cockdrunk to even be able to do anything but just twitch. Her body completely gave out, so Brock released the belt and just held onto her hips to keep her from falling.

It only took a few more thrusts before he was nearing his finish as well. He grunted and his hands tightened.

“Damn- I’m gonna have to get you pregnant, yeah? I’ll show everyone who you— fuck— belong to.” Brock groaned into her ear and then pushed himself in as deep as he could go. For a moment, Y/N believed he had just shoved his way right into her womb.

Long spurts of his cum filled her, a short roll of his hips dragging more and more out. Brock held onto her tight and then slowly pulled out. He grabbed her before she could collapse.

Picking her up, Brock carried her to their bedroom. His cum was leaking down her thigh. He scooped it up on his finger and then pushed it into her again. She sniffled at the overstimulation.

Brock got her tucked in, then he ran off to fetch a glass of water. He brought it back for her and laid down beside her.

“Are you ok? I was a bit mean,” Brock whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She hummed.